Sherlock Oneshots

Hamish and Rosie (johnlock)

(Rosie is 3 and Hamish is 6 in this oneshot)"
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Sherlock! I'm now going to work keep an eye on the kids!" John yelled as he walked out of the flat.

Sherlock sat on the sofa next to Rosie who was eating a packet of crisps, Hamish on the other hand was shooting the wall with his nerf gun.
"Daaaaad!!! I'm bored!!" Hamish cried as he continued to shoot the wall.
"I know mish, let me just sort out Rosie and I will give you some old cases for you to solve" Sherlock patted Rosie's back before getting up and striding to the table and handed Hamish some cases for him to solve.
"When's daddy coming home?" He asked as he looked at a number of photos of dead victims.
"Soon mish" sherlock dropped another five case files on the floor for him.
"Thanks dad!" Hamish smiled and opened one of the files.
"No problem" Sherlock smiled back at his son and kissed the top of his head.
"Dad?"
"What's wrong?" Sherlock looked at the young boy who had now started crying as well as reach out for his dad.
"Do you want a hug?" Sherlock asked as he picked up Hamish and pulled him close to his chest so he was able to hear his dad's heartbeat.
"I want daddy.." Hamish sobbed onto Sherlock's shoulder.
"He will be back soon don't worry mish" sherlock began rubbing Hamish's back until he heard his loud sobbing decrease to quiet hiccups.
"T-thank you.." Hamish croaked as he played with one of Sherlock's curls, before finally dozing off in Sherlock's arms.
"Rosie will you be ok alone for a bit I've got to take Hamish to bed"
"Silly mish!" She giggled and clapped her hands together.
Sherlock looked down at Hamish and chuckled as well.
"Yes silly mish"
Sherlock carefully carried Hamish up to John's old room which is now painted a dark blue, black ceiling with glow in the dark stars and planets stuck up there and just some random ornaments like dragons and unsurprisingly a skull, which happened to be Sherlock's.

Sherlock laid Hamish on his bed and tucked him in he placed a kiss to Hamish's forehead before turning on a light which was next to Hamish's bed and going back downstairs.

Sherlock picked up the files off of the floor and chucked them back on the table.
"Rosie, your brother is in bed ok, do you know what that means?" Sherlock asked taking away the empty packet of crisps from Rosie's grasp.
"Shhh shh!" Rosie smiled at sherlock and he smiled back and picked her up.
"That's right, you've got to be quiet because what happens if Hamish wakes up?" Sherlock began rubbing Rosie's back to help her fall asleep.
"He he..get grumpy, like daddy!" She laughed quietly before she let out a yawn.
"That's right, do you want to go to bed?"
"No!"
Sherlock sighed he knew this would happen, recently Rosie had been influenced by Hamish and Sherlock's sleeping schedule, Sherlock's is all over the bloody place and Hamish's is well.. he falls asleep at around 12pm and wakes up at 12am and is awake for the rest of the night/day.
"Rosie you don't want daddy to tell you off do you?" Sherlock picked up her rattle and handed it to her, Rosie's eyes began to droop but she refused to let them close, Sherlock patted her head and carried her to his room. Ever since Rosie turned one she had abandonment issues, she couldn't be in a room without John, which Sherlock was fine with until he wanted to adopt Hamish. He always wanted to explore the unknown and was fascinated with space and unfortunately for John, murder and crime which is why Sherlock wanted to adopt him, he could now pass down the title 'consulting detective' to his son.

Sherlock laid Rosie down on her bed and tucked her in, kissed her forehead and left her to sleep.

Sherlock flopped down on the sofa and closed his eyes, he wasn't tired. Just bored. It's currently 10pm so John should be back in an hour and Hamish would be waking up in two. Sherlock was constantly checking the time waiting for John to come home and help him fall asleep before getting up to sort out Hamish.

"Sherlock I'm home" John called before letting out a yawn.
"Hey love, how was work?" Sherlock asked pulling John in for a kiss, his hands on his waist.
"Alright, can we go to bed?" John asked as he leaned onto Sherlock's chest.
"Of course love" Sherlock kissed John softly.

Sherlock laid looking up at the ceiling with John fast asleep next to him which his hand on Sherlock's chest. Sherlock felt something wrong, he couldn't put a finger on it though. He thought that it was because it's currently three in the morning and Hamish is still asleep and not making any noise from his room. Sherlock didn't have the heart to get out of bed and leave John, he's spent time with Hamish and Rosie but now it's time to spend time with John. Sherlock rolled over to face his husband and wrap and arm around him, he closed his eyes and let his mind shut down for once.

Sherlock was woken up by the smell of jam on toast and pancakes. Sherlock went into the kitchen to see Rosie sitting at the table waiting for her toast, Hamish however was nowhere to be seen.
"Morning Sherl" John greeted as he passed him a cup of coffee.
"Hmm, thanks love" Sherlock took a sip of his coffee before putting it on the table.
"Where's Hamish?"
"He's still asleep, can you wake him up for me?" John asked as he put Rosie's plate of toast in front of her.
"Fine.." Sherlock placed a quick kiss to John's cheek before heading upstairs.

"Mish? You awake yet bud?" Sherlock knocked on the door before entering.
"Mish?" Sherlock walked up to Hamish's bed and carefully removed the covers only to find that Hamish wasn't there.
"Hamish where are you?" Sherlock looked around the room frantically as he tried to look for his son.
"Hamish, this isn't funny!" Sherlock said as he looked under the bed.
"Boo!!" Hamish shouted from on top of the wardrobe, Hamish laughed as soon as he saw Sherlock jump a little.
"How did you get up there?" Sherlock asked picking Hamish up and brushing his curls with his fingers.
"Your hair is a mess" Sherlock commented then smiled when Hamish yelled "Pancakes! Pancakes!"
"Ok then bud let's get you your pancakes"

Sherlock sat Hamish down at one of the chairs and sat down next to him. Hamish had two plain pancakes on a late in front of him whilst sherlock had three and now a cup of tea. When sherlock looked up his eyes met John's from across the table.
"What?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"Hamish is just like you that's all" John smiled as he looked at his son now stuffing his face with pancakes.
"Dad?" Hamish turned and faced Sherlock.
"Yes mish?"
"When can I solve a crime with you?" He asked looking between John and Sherlock waiting for them both to reply.
"Soon bud I promise" sherlock smiled.
"Sherlock he's only six!"
"I taught myself to drive at eight, what harm can a case do John, look at the poor boy!" Sherlock exaggerated and hugged Hamish.
"He needs a case John, you said he was like me!" John and Hamish began laughing along with Rosie who flicked a bit of jam into Sherlock's face.
"Fine, just make sure it's below a six"
"Eight"
"No Sherlock, six"
"Fineeee!" Sherlock whined before getting up to wipe the jam off his face.
"Daddy?"
"Yes Rosie?" John picket up a napkin and wiped the jam from Rosie's face.
"Love you!" She smiled and clapped her hands together.
"I love yooooou!!" she put her hand on John's nose.
"Boop!" She laughed loudly as John chuckled at his daughter.
"I love you too Rosie" John stood up and kissed her forehead before walking over to Hamish
"And Hamish, I love you" Hamish smiled widely and John kissed Hamish's forehead.
"Love you too!"

Sherlock picked Hamish up and put him in his shoulders.
"Me and Hamish are going to a crime scene, don't worry it's only a five" Sherlock kissed John's cheek before leaving.

"Dad?"
"Yes mish?" Sherlock answered as he continued to walk to Scotland Yard.
"It's not a five is it?"
"Nope it's an eight" Sherlock chuckled when he heard Hamish cheer.

Sherlock couldn't wish for a better family.

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A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't publish for the rest of the week but I got bored and wanted to write something for you.
Have a good day or night!
-rem <3